and i will transcend.
in a most hurried and reckless sort of way.
sharpest flickers of primitive prism
a crash of sonic frequencies you could never have the heart to comprehend.
witchy old armenian women in plastic shoes storm temple doors clutching their chests,
begging for the smallest taste.
an intoxicating vapor
that soothes and heals and sedates.
a pack of wild dogs comes to terms with their fate.
they gather a few remnants of a past love for midnight alleys,
greaZy dumpster treasure haunts,
and the relentless city energy,
that in retrospect,
has learned them nothing.
a procession for the hills,
where each beast must find it’s own way
to a dry scratch of earth
for an eternal sleep.
the children wave respectfully,
but have forgotten how to smile.
a leaky faucet carves stalagmites into sedimentary layers of abandoned bowls of broth.
a cigarette smoldering near an open window.
but i left centuries ago.
long before they mortared the sand into death
altars and condominiums and dressed her
as some whore.
long before the satellites came screaming across the sky,
clipping ears
demolishing the rec hall.
i am somewhere else.
i am stretched out across a buzzard’s roost in a nest of manzanita and critter carcasses,
trying to put the stars back together again.
there is a torch burning in the one room shelter across the canyon.
the lunatic on the hill,
sipping his only glass of red for the night,
parting the hair from his daughter’s sleeping eyes.
i look back up at the sky and can see waves of liquid fire rolling up against diamond bluffs, and i see new york city, and i can see what a fucking mess i made of some otherwise beautiful constellations.
ΛPГlCOT ГΛY
